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Kansas City Death Train: 12
Part 11 is HERE.
Joe had hopped a train car or two in his day, but this one was going to be the big-daddy of them all. It was most certainly was.
Barreling across the switchyard in the dead railroad-bull’s pickup truck, he stomped the pedal to the floor and got the speedometer’s needle pushing up angrily against the 45 mile-per-hour max limit mark. Keeping the vehicle at that speed, he kicked open the driver’s side door and positioned himself outside far as he could go and still press the gas.
The train had a head start, and Joe knew he couldn’t catch up to the engine. He’d have to settle for the last of the two boxcars — the one with the gigantic Big Eater alien beast inside. That was just fine by him, truth be known, because he’d been itching for a shot at the monster ever since first laying eyes on it.
Joe eyeballed the very edge of the switchyard where stood a berm with some woods beyond it. He wouldn’t be able to reach the train before getting there, so he’d have to improvise. Luckily, improvise was what he did best.
He barreled at the berm and hit it at top speed, sending the truck flying through the air. He leapt outside the door while airborne and grabbed hold the side of the rear boxcar just as his truck crashed in a screeching twisted-metal heap on the ground.
